User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140724190409/@comment-2246928-20140801203035

Grayclaw shook her head "Pore Rigg." The searat bobbed his scruffy head dutifully, before his eye caught the glimmer of a hilt and he ducked down, pulling a glaive out of the now dead stoat's sash with a light-hearted smile. "Least this liddle beauty won't go t' waste." The searat straightened up, stowing his prize away in his belt as Vemrin rolled his eyes "Right, you two done? Can we catch up with Rennj and scout this muckpit?"